Page 10 of Releasing the Gods
He grabbed me by the underarm and started hauling me to the bathroom. “Yes. Greece. I would normally … there is no word for it in your language, time travel, zap, fly … us there but since my powers—”
“You can fly too!” Holy shit. I had a vision of riding on his back, my hair whipping in the wind as he flew us across the sea.#QueenOfTheWorld
“Not fly … travel instantly, and not right now. So we need…” He seemed to search his drunken memory bank of words he’d taken from me last night. “A plane.”
I laughed. Full-on laughed in his face. “Dude, I make ten bucks an hour. I can’t afford two tickets to Greece.”
“Money? I have plenty.” Reaching in his pants, he pulled out a massive gold bar.
My eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Have you had that in there the whole time?”
#DickGold
He handed it to me and I could barely wrap my fingers around it. Fuck, it was warm. And heavy. How much was this worth? Thousands for sure.
My eyes widened at the thought. “I can’t sell this anywhere! We don’t use gold here. I need something smaller.”
He growled. Reaching into hismagicalpants pocket, he produced a bunch of solid silver coins.
Okay, I might be able to work with that.I got lost in thought for a second and growls ripped from his mouth.
“Do you wish to die? To have your head ripped from your body and ingested by Zeus?”
“No. Obviously not.”
He pushed me inside the bathroom. “Then get dressed, we need to leave.”
My job. My freaking life! “Fine!” I snapped and whipped out my phone. I fired off a text to Shauna and told her I had a raging hangover and asked her to cover my shift at the Crab Shack today. Then I started to brush my blond hair. It was so long it reached my tailbone, and brushing it out after falling asleep with it wet was proving a challenge.
The god next to me groaned, peering through the crack in the door. “I can cut that off, you know. Make it more manageable?”
I gasped. “How dare you. This hair is the reason I have almost ten thousand followers.”
“I’m leaving in sixty seconds whether you’re ready or not.”
Argh!I slammed the door in his face, quickly brushed my teeth, went pee, and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. I slipped on running shoes just in case. Then I shoved random clothes and toiletries in a backpack because I think he was serious about needing to go to some Greek island.
When I went to the fridge to grab breakfast, I saw that everything in there had been eaten. Including the condiments.
Eww, human garbage disposal.
I gave Cronus an accusatory look and he just shrugged.
After catching another Uber that Cronus quickly warded, we headed over to the pawn shop. I was hoping the dude who worked there would give me something for these silver coins. “While I’m in here getting cash, you need to go next door and get normal human clothes,” I told the Titan of time, and pointed to the Big and Tall store right next to the pawn shop. My eyes grazed across his mostly bare chest and the metal plating he wore. Dude looked like he’d stepped right off of a movie set.
Our Uber driver, Minnie, raised an eyebrow at us.
“I’m a method actor!” Cronus declared, and I tried not to giggle. “But remember the bond? I don’t think this will allow for that.”
#TheFuckingBond!
I sighed.
She pulled up to the pawn shop and we both exited the car.
“Stick with me! Don’t talk.” I snapped as I waltzed into the pawn shop and he hung by the door fiddling with something.
As I approached the guy behind the desk, I felt that painful slicing sensation in my gut, and I knew that we were literally on the edge of our tether to each other. I flicked my giant an annoyed look and he shuffled closer to me. When the pain eased, I focused on the task at hand.
